It was not unreasonable for Han Mushui to use rootless cold water again. The water was extraordinary, extremely cold. Everywhere you go, you suck up all the heat, and everything freezes. And the Dryad and the like rely on the power of qi and blood. As long as the blood is frozen, no matter how capable it is, it can't be used.

Seeing that the thousand-year-old dryad named Mu Luo was about to be frozen by the cold water, she did not panic, and opened her mouth and spit out a ball as green as jade.

The cold water was cold, and she knew it was powerful as soon as she saw it. The dryad has always fought against her enemies in the flesh, and as long as she touches these cold waters with her physical body, she must be frozen and alive. But she also uses the magic weapon of the human world to fight the enemy, so it's different.

After all, the magic weapon is not driven by qi and blood, but by true qi. This cold thing is enough to restrain the true qi of the fire, but the true qi of the water and wood produced by Mu Luo with the power of qi and blood has only one condensing effect, and has no power to restrain it.

With a muffled thud, the emerald sphere exploded and turned into a cloud of sand and dust composed of countless green sand grains, colliding with the cold rain.

This thing is nothing else, it is the blood sacrifice magic weapon Bisha Zhu that Mu Luo refined when he destroyed the Wang family.

Any grain of sand that hits a drop of cold water will immediately freeze and fall. But the rootless cold water also evaporated and disappeared in an instant. Cold water is like this, as long as it encounters anything hotter than it, it will absorb the heat of the other party and instantly evaporate, and it will cease to exist.

The rootless cold water, which was originally used to fight the enemy, suffered a great loss when it encountered these grains of sand. After all, these grains of sand are almost endless, and no one knows how many. His rootless cold water can be just a gourd. It took him more than ten years of retreat to condense this gourd, and to use a little is to lose a little.

Han Mushui hurriedly urged the Water Escape Technique, and rolled back the rootless cold water that was still in the air and failed to meet Bisha, and received it again into the purple gourd. At the same time, he reversed the power of the wind, and his body stopped in the air, and then he floated diagonally, and disappeared again.

Mu Luo did not stop attacking. Her jade-like fine grains of sand were blown like a storm. Countless grains of sand hit the rock above Han Mushui where Han Mushui had been hiding, and only a series of sharp and deafening sharp sounds were heard. The entire boulder that came to the scene was shattered.

It's just that after the rock was shattered, Han Mushui was not seen, and he hid somewhere in the rocks. But Mu Luo had already sensed his breath, and he couldn't run away if he wanted to.

The sandstorm flew into the air and began to spin, turning into a cloud of blue sand in the shape of a millstone. The millstone covered a distance of a hundred paces, and the black pressure pressed down from the zenith.

When the boulders on the ground touched the millstone, it immediately made a sharp grinding sound and pulled out a long spark. In a few moments, the entire spire was smoothed out!

Han Mushui hid in the stone forest, and his heart was also shocked. Originally, he had watched the dryad squander his mana unscrupulously, and wanted to use up almost his mana before he could make a move. In this way, you can also save your own life as much as possible.

He didn't expect that the other party was extremely violent, and he actually planned to smooth out all the chaotic stone forests within a radius of 100 steps!

If it was really so black and pressing, he would naturally be crushed into pieces. Although he is half a step in the Purple Mansion, he is not the body of King Kong.

He originally wanted to hide himself and let the other party waste his mana. But what he didn't expect was that although the realm of the tree demon was still in the four colors of the Void Dan, the mana was full of qi and blood, and it was incomparably long. Even so, he is no match for him.

Although he was unwilling to lose his longevity, he had to go all out. After all, his realm is higher, and the power of his mana is far superior to that of his opponent.

Urging mana would cause the few longevity he had left to pass like water. But if he can kill this dryad within a few moves, and he has twenty years of longevity in hand, he can still earn it back.

How to consume less mana and achieve great power requires some thought.

Seeing the terrifying black grinding disc above his head grinding down, Han Mushui stretched out his right hand. Under the flickering cold light, his right hand was covered with a layer of blue ice crystals, and on each finger, a sharp claw as sharp as a knife grew.

"It seems that you have to sacrifice it. Han Mushui pointed with his left hand to the back of the Ice Bear Claw. Suddenly, the crampons seemed to be on fire, and a blue flame rose. At the same time, an incomparably strong icy aura rose into the air, like a cloud of white mist. These white mist were in the air, and they quickly condensed into the phantom of a white bear.

Mu Luo is standing in the center of a whirlwind sandstorm. Sensing something unusual, she turned her head to look.

Fifty paces away, the phantom of a huge white bear several feet tall appeared. It was covered in snow-white hair, fat, like a snow-capped mountain, and opened its mouth to roar, revealing its long fangs and spewing out a lot of white mist.

But what she saw in her eyes was a cold black bear, and the mist it spewed out was also black, much darker than the background of the surrounding rocks.

As she looked at it, the sand in the air changed direction in an instant, smashing towards the giant bear like a torrential rain.

Although the giant bear was a mass of cold condensation, if the countless blue sand passed through, it would also carry away the cold qi to some extent, and it would no longer be able to condense.

But at this moment, with a bear roar, an immeasurable amount of cold air sprayed down, and it actually froze the air into solid ice, instantly condensing it into a crystal-like ice fake body.

It didn't pause, but fell on all fours and rushed in the direction of the mula, just colliding head-on with the flying green sand.

There was a series of loud crackling sounds, and the extremely hard bear body actually passed through the torrential rain of blue sand.

Han Mushui was a half-step Purple Mansion Qi cultivator, and he almost urged with all his might, and he did not hesitate to damage this magic weapon. Mu Luo's Bisha Storm urged by True Qi is only the strength of the four colors of the Void Dan. In contrast, the gap in strength is not so simple to bridge.

Some of the blue sand had already pierced the surface of the ice armor, but it was unable to stop the ice bear.

The ice bear instantly rushed to the front of Mu Luo, the blue fire was all over his body, and as soon as his right limb was raised, the entire bear paw suddenly became larger, and the five sharp claws were like five rounds of crescent moons falling from the sky, with an incomparably cold wind, grabbing down!

Mu Luo didn't hide at all, her whole body burned with qi and blood, green blood seeped out of her skin, quenched into the short sword in her hand, and infinite vitality rose in it. She didn't flinch and swung her sword to slash!

The five rounds of silver crescent moon and a line of blue sword qi did not collide, but staggered.

Mu Luo's long blue hair suddenly swelled, like a blue wave, instantly wrapping the five-line cold mang. Then a myriad of cold air burst out of it. Most of the defense of this turquoise sea wave turned snow-white.

And the sword qi she slashed out hit the ice bear head-on. The ice bear howled and exploded, forming a blue fireball.

The magic weapon self-destructs!

In order to save his longevity as much as possible, Han Mushui planned to blow up the magic weapon from the beginning. Anyway, the magic weapon is just something outside the body, once you don't have a longevity, you are destined to be someone else's thing. Instead of cheapening others, it is better to make the best use of what you have.

Mu Luo suddenly felt a cold air flow coming like a mountain and a sea. Although she never flinched and dodged, this time she really couldn't stand, she was shaken up by the cold air wave, and after flying backwards several feet away, she smashed a boulder with a bang.

The place where she was was turned pure white, everything froze, and even the stones were covered with hoarfrost, as if they had become ice.

This thousand-year-old demon didn't move again after he fell, but his breath was still there. It's just that she was breathing heavily, and she was obviously hit hard.

Han Mushui, who was hiding in the shadows, did not appear immediately. He remained still, holding his breath. It's just that he couldn't hold his breath for long. For him, a quarter of an hour or so is already the limit.

He finally came out of the shadows. It's a lot brighter out there now. Due to the chill brought by the self-detonation of the ice bear claws, this area looks like it has just snowed in winter, and everything is covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.

Although his strength was obviously inferior to him after being injured, this dryad deserved to be a thing that had lived for thousands of years. If it weren't for the fact that she didn't even disdain to use any stratagem, and didn't even dodge her attacks in the slightest, Han Mushui wouldn't even be sure to take her down. But if the other party has complete strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out for a breath.

Han Mushui's frosty old face also smiled. What's the use of being arrogant and having the status of a patriarch, what's the use of a thousand-year-old Dao Xing? It's not that you have to die here, and finally be at his mercy.

He will first dig out the core of this old demon and refine it. And then there's that little mongrel. It was useless for him to directly refine the core of the tree for more than ten years. But it can be used for other purposes.

Han Mushui approached cautiously. He still held his breath, hiding all his breath, careful with every step. In this last moment, he didn't want to go wrong.

The woman was lying on the ground, her breath already quite weak. It's not dead, but it's not much like death, right?

Han Mushui's eyes showed a hideous color, and there was already a dark blue dagger in his hand. With a twist of his finger, the tip of the blade pointed downward, he stabbed straight into the old goblin's chest!

As soon as he pricked to the end, his wrist shook and he almost dislocated. The sword was pierced into the rock, straight into the stone. And the body of the thousand-year-old tree demon that he had been thinking about for a long time disappeared inexplicably?